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Apr 2013
There were microcosms at stake
each time they met--
tiny worlds obliterated
by every hasty touch.

They were fools.
Inherently flawed
and playing God.
Fighting their own insignificance.

But their premeditated destruction
was all-encompassing
so they, too,
fell through the cracks.
Anne M
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Anne M
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